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At the age of 43, Hunter applied for a limited duty position in the US Navy Reserve.Due to his age, he had his father pull strings to get him a waiver based on his age and the fact that he has had drug related issues in the past.He lasted about a month, then tested positive for cocaine. While others would have been given a dishonorable discharge, once more Joe pulled strings to upgrade his discharge to a general discharge.

I joined the Navy at 17, i weighed 122 pounds and was 5′ 10″ tall. I had to get a waiver because i was UNDERWEIGHT standard.When i left Boot camp i weighed 145 pounds and was 5′11″ tall.I suffered form massive malnutrition as a child.That is me in the whites on Graduation weekend.

Everything I am writing is true. I am writing this anon because I do not tell this to anyone. But - whatever - I have to let someone know.At 15 I became homeless. I got off the bus and my mom had moved out to live with her boyfriend a couple counties over. I lived in Greenup County, KY at the time and was in 9th grade at Greenup Co. High School. I stopped going to school and the utilities were shut off one by one about the same time the beer, weed, and my friends were gone. I had nobody to tell me to go to school so of course I didnt.One winter I walked from the back hills of Shultz Creek, KY to Portsmouth, OH where my father managed a bar. I knew he’d be there, and hated to ask him for anything but I was hungry and it was winter. My father didn’t raise me at all. He was a good man, but he had his own issues. Being a father wasn’t ever his choice and my mother never forced him into it so my thoughts have always been it wasn’t my place to do what she thought was best. The 15 mile walk to beg for help was only good for the exercise, but I barely remember the walk back because it was then that I realized I was really on my own. My head was filled with everything and nothing at the same time. The cold was numbing my body and the horror of my situation was numbing my mind.The next couple of years were rough. I had friends that would let me sleep on a couch here and there if they could sneak me past their parents. I worked for whoever would let me doing anything I could - people can be very cruel and won’t hesitate to try to exploit a young person in a situation like that; but there are a few good people. I never wanted pity and would not ask for anything from anyone except a job - roofing, concrete, drywall, cleaning lime pits from sewage treatment plants then spreading that same lime on farmland. Anything honest…at least half-honest :)I mainly drifted and couldn’t plan very far past how to get my next meal and where I was going to sleep that night. I was finally able to join the Navy at 18. In 1995 they wouldn’t allow you to enlist without a diploma - I went and got my GED but that didn’t change anything - no diploma, no enlisting. The recruiters didn’t even want to talk to me (again…homeless 17 year old at this time - and you could probably tell). I took the entry test anyway - the ASVAB or whatever. I scored very high. The test to me was life or death and I knew I had to finish it and it had to be perfect. My thinking was if they wouldn’t let me in then I was at least going to at least prove to them that it was their loss… then try to bum a ride back to my motel. I considered suicide many times during those years.The recruiters back then would get 'unofficial’ results back at the office and the Army recruiter gave me a ride. The Navy guys didn’t waste their time meeting me at the Legion for the test and this Sergeant said he would at least tell me how I did. I finished the test and did not get a single question wrong. Anyone that has taken that test knows that is hard to believe and I agree. I’m writing this anon, have no reason to brag (I was a teenage hobo for God’s sake), I’m just telling what actually happened. The Army recruiter tried to get me to join but I wanted an education and wanted the technical schools the Navy had to offer. Of course, we waited for the ET1 and an MMC to get back from their lunch and then all of a sudden there were magical 'waivers’ and 'extenuating circumstances’ appearing from nowhere. I wasn’t stupid, even back then. They saw a bum, young, but still a bum on the streets with delusions of grandeur. Like Pinocchio thinking that he was a real boy.3 weeks before graduating boot camp my RDC took me to the Chaplain’s office without explanation. My mother was on life-support. She had overdosed on morphine which caused her immune system to completely shut down. This allowed bacteria from a dirty needle to make its way to her brain. I thought she would wake up when she heard my voice…like in the movies or something I guess. I thought this the whole way from Great Lakes to the hospital in Ashland, KY. When I got to her room and saw her I realized that bullshit doesn’t happen.She was brain dead. Her eyes were not even shut and the swelling behind them caused her eyes to be stuck open without moisture until I got there. One had dried out and popped open. I prayed over her, I slept with my head on her belly. Every time I woke up from a nightmare I would find brief relief to realize that I was laying in my mother’s lap. The fog from my sleep causing me to temporarily forget the current situation until I would look up and her staring eyes that were not hers. Those were never hers. She was beautiful the last time I saw her. Praying every hour the doctors would find a miracle - praying for any sign of brain activity on those fucking machines. Every gasp from the ventilator seemed to taunt me with the fact that IT was keeping my mother’s heart beating. I got there on December 23rd, 1995. I removed her from life support on December 27th.So anyway, I joined the Navy, worked hard and left after my first 4 year enlistment to raise my children who are everything to me. I am a software engineer living in a large city with the best kids ever and found the greatest woman in the world who I really think is my soul-mate. She has helped me raise my children and has been my best friend for the last 12 years. My daughter left to live with her mother at 17 - shes 21 now but she knows I’m here for her any time. My oldest is son in college down the road and my youngest is 17 and still at home. He wants to join the military. Nobody would ever guess I didn't graduate high school, have slept in the snow, have nearly been killed in places I would never want to find my children, nearly took my own life many times before I was old enough to buy cigarettes, and took my mother’s life to stop her suffering.About my dad, please don’t think bad of him. I never knew him - really knew him - until a couple of months before he died. But those conversations with him in those final months were worth the wait. He was a good man and the person I got to know loved me very much and he was filled with so much regret about his perceived failings as a father. He didn’t fail. He passed a year ago. Doesn’t seem like that long. Time speeds up as you get older - it sounds crazy, but it’s true.I guess the hardest thing I’ve ever done is life.